Your Love is Dry

your love is aimless

it didnt find me

not because I was hard to find,

but because you werent searching


Your love is offensive

you didnt seek me, you were just ready for love

it doesnt make me feel special..

in fact, it doesnt make me feel at all


Your love is lazy,

you arent willing to cross the extra mile

You dont even know that you have to


Your love is weak

it doesnt choose

neither does it surrender to fate


Your love is grey

wrinkled so soon

After it had missed on all the right moments


Your love is dry

Your love is dry

Look into my eyes

I am your wife that you did not marry
I feel your love that could have been
Your unfinished kiss is almost craved on my skin
The smell of my hair will remind you of your woman
Your sleepless woman who is waiting for you to come back home
Look into my eyes. I am your wife.


I am your unborn child
I nest your dreams and hopes for tomorrow
I am your reflection..your shadow, following your steps
I am the embryo you're patiently waiting for
Slowly growing in your woman
Look into my eyes. I am your child


I am your childhood treehouse
I am the witness of your mistakes and practical jokes
I never told on you and never will I
You fled your chores and preferred my company
Just blow the dust that covers me and you'll see
Look into my eyes. I am your childhood treehouse


I am your noisy neighbor, your highschool crush, your bossy colleague
I am the love of your life, your bestfriend, your ex-girlfriend
I am your mother before she turned grey.


I am many…but you refuse to see
You choose to believe what they tell you about you and me
They tell you we're enemies and blame it on history
To them, bringing me down is your victory
They did the same with our fathers and where are they now?
Sharing the same cemetery

Today, I play my final game with life
I give away myself as a ransom
And bet on your sight…your sincere sight
Don’t let me down, my love, I beg you
Just look into my eyes, and you will see.

متى نموت

متى نموت

حين ننتهي من تحقيق احلامنا؟

ام حين تنتهي منا الأحلام؟

حين نصل لما نريد؟

ام حين تتشوه غايتنا ونضل الطريق ؟

متى نفارق الحياة؟

حين نجد ما عشنا دوما نبحث عنه

ام عندما نكفر بوجوده؟

ايأتي موعد الرحيل فجأة...ويجبرنا على خيانة كل الأمال المؤجلة؟

ام يستأذن قبل طرق الباب ليجدنا منتظرين...مستعدين للرحيل؟

محملين بزاد ينفعنا ويكفينا لرحلتنا الأخيرة؟

اللهم ارزقنا حسن الختام

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How men perceive women in the workplace

Ok. This is NOT an article about women who talk too much about their rights nor is it an attempt to advocate for feminism and crap. This is a mere sarcastic documentation of how 'some' men act around women in the workplace. Please do not try to philosophise it in an over rated way!

The flirt:

"Look at you! you look so beautiful today". Its nice to tell a woman that she looks nice but its weird if you say it everyday! This is a workplace for godsake!

Mr. Please Sympathize:

Some men think that since you are a woman you will be easily affected by his miserable stories. You ask him why didnt he send the report and he changes the subject to tell you about his broken heart or his sleepless nights. Give me the damn report because I couldnt care less about your drama!

Mr. Cave man:

Ok thats my favorite! you sit in a meeting with your female colleagues and  one male colleauge. You can easily interpret his facial expressions and body language. His mouth says " i agree with you" but his body is saying "Shut up woman where is my food!" Such men have serious issues accepting a female to manage them or even becomes tete  a tete with him and when you meet such man, you cant help but LOL.

Mr. Harrasser:

Your eyes should be up up up MR! One more thing..My name is not "gamila"! Its not acceptable to compromise the quality of your deliverables in exchange to your sugar talking. Its disguisting!

Women are challenged in general, and in workplaces in specific, to send the right messages and maintain the balance.

She should be firm without losing her femininity

Nice but blocks any route that would allow a harrasser in

Respected without compromising her womanhood. 

You dont have to wear a man's suit in order to be respected, you should force others to respect as you are. Women should always be nice, sweet, beautiful and smart; and you should be respected as you are.

وجدته يغازل بنات افكاري

ويسبح معهن في نهر قصائدي التي لم تكتب بعد

ويضيئ قناديل احلامي النائمة

بشمعة مفعمة بنور عينيه

وجدته يحبو على صدري برفق حتى لا يوقظ جروح القلب

يستمع لدقات قلبي ويدندن معها نشيد دقاته

رأيته يبعثر ويرتب مشاعر مرصوصة

كادت ان تفقد الوانها تحت تراب الحذر

ايا حب عشت دهرا اهرب منه

اراني اليوم اهرول تجاهه

حب استفز جوارحي

واثار فضول جميع حواسي

The remains of a woman

It’s very quiet when she is not around. One can breathe slowly, walk slowly, and act slowly. When she enters a room, the papers run into their folders. The dust on the tables flies away to avoid her encounter. She walks very fast; it would be more logical for her to run. But she does not run, neither can one call that walking. She moves so fast, that you can almost hear her shadow crying to catch its breath. When she is talking to you, she never looks you in the eye because her mind is usually somewhere else. She doesn’t always mean to offend you, but she can’t help her nonstop brain. She never finishes a sentence and never leaves you to finish yours either. It's hard to identify her mood since mood swings require different moods. But with her, it’s a default mood. The rushing, on the run, furious mood. Her eyes are always wide open; they rarely blink. When she eats, she doesn’t taste the food. Her teeth attack whatever enters her mouth and tears it down into pieces. Enjoying a fine meal is not one of her hobbies. One wonders what kind of dreams she has at night. Does she even dream? What is it exactly that she is rushing to? What is it that she is after. Someone should save her. Someone should hug her and murmur “shhhh” to her ears. She must pause and take a deep breath or else one day her body will rebel against her; asking for its overdue lost rights.

وكأنك يا زيد ما غزيت

ايوة يا عيد.. انا اخوك عبيد

قبل ما تقفل السكة اسمع...جايز أفيد

والله ما نزلني الميدان الا ابنك زيد

 اللي ضربه ابن الباشا بالشبشب والابابيب

فاكر يومها قلت ايه ولا نسيت؟

"والله لاجيب حقك يابني وعن قريب"

يومها حلفت لساندك ياخويا وأقف قدام اتخن تخين

جرينا عل عسكر يجيب حقنا ورجعنا افانا يقمر عيش

فاتت جمعة والتانية وفاتت سنة سنتين

وانا لسا عند كلمتي بس انت اتلهيت

وضحكت على نفسك وقلت المسامح كريم

يا عيد انت لا مسامح ولا انت كريم

انت خفت على فوت يومك والبهيمتين

وزيد ابنك هزيمتة بقيت هزيمتين

مبقاش فاهم ايه غلطة وايه اللي خلا منه بكره بقرشين

اياك يابن امي وابويا تصدق الكدبتين

اللي بيتقالو على الناس اللي في الميادين

لو نزلت وشفت يا عيد راح تلاقي 20 مليون زيد

لو انت اتخليت عني هيضيع حق احفاد وزيد

وتضيع البهيمتين ويضيع الغيط

وكأنك يا زيد ما غزيت